Kidnapped
Note: Set in the future, Bobby's good with Frank again, nothing too tragic has happened in either of their personal lives. Oh, and Eames and Goren have magically not aged. It's a miracle. Also, I typed this up at like, one in the morning, and I did it really fast, and I got lazy so I didn't read it over. So, I apologize for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: If I owned, Bobby Goren would stay with me, and I would never make his mom die, or his brother be a jerk, and never have to make him go to Tates. But I don't.
After everything that had happened in the past few years, Alex knew that the last thing she should be doing was thinking about Bobby the way she was.
There was no deny that he was a good guy, though. Alex could remember vividly the time they barged in on the office of the stepfather of a victim. He pulled a gun and alternated pointing it at both of them.
"Look, you need to take the gun off my partner," Bobby kept insisting. "My partner's going to walk out of the room now." There was something about the way he was protective with her. It made her feel safe.
He was smart, too. The list of languages he could speak fluently was seemingly endless. He could get into anyone's head, easily. There was something about his wit that was charming, and it was driving Alex crazy.
But it was foolish to think that he felt the same for her. They were, above all, partners. Bobby would realize that it would be foolish to ruin that.
"We got a hold of Natalia," Goren said, approaching Eames and snapping her out of her daydream. Stupid, she thought, stupid to be fantasizing about Bobby when there was a major case to be solved. "What did she say?"
"She doesn't remember a dark-haired man sitting next to her on the phone." His brow furrowed with frustration.
"Maybe it's time we paid a visit to Natalia and see what she's hiding." Oh, those lips. Serious damage could be done with those lips. They were the kind that you imagined kissing before you went to sleep – or at least Eames did. And judging by all the looks the man got when the two of them were in public, she wasn't the only one.
After meeting with Natalia, Goren and Eames were at a dead end. All they could do now was wait to see what they could get from Harrison's interview at their desks.
"Detective Goren," Captain Ross said, coming into the desk area. "I need to see you in my office."
Bobby got up to follow him, and so did Eames. If Ross cared about her tagging along, he didn't show it.
"Detective, you've left the office early three times this week," the captain scolded.
"My brother, he's sick," Bobby explained. "He's got no one else."
"That's fine, Detective, but you also haven't handed in all your paperwork." Ross's eyes were narrowed.
"Captain," Eames said, stepping in, "I can make sure all the paperwork gets in on time."
He considered this for a moment. "Fine. But Goren, don't get used to Eames covering for you." He left.
Alex walked out, and Bobby followed. "Look," he said, "you don't need to do my paperwork. I can take care of it."
She shrugged. "You've had a lot on your plate lately."
His brow furrowed for the second time that day. "I can take care of it."
"Well, just as long as Ross doesn't feel the need to intervene anymore."
"So what if he does?" Bobby asked, raising his voice. "It's not like you ever get the heat for it. He never gets mad at you."
A look of shock appeared on Eames's face. This wasn't how the conversation was supposed to go at all. "Look, Bobby, I–"
"Don't worry about it!" Now he was yelling.
Alex was stunned at upset, and slowly that turned to anger. "Fine," she replied, grabbing a sweat jacket. "I'm going for a walk."
"Eames," he groaned, regretting his words and mentally hitting himself. He took a few steps after her, but the elevator doors were already closing.
Scowling, he grabbed her keys and jogged to the elevator doors.
She walked among the streets a little, trying to calm herself down. With all the good qualities of bobby, there were some bad ones as well. Funny, she thought, how he could sense emotion from anyone besides the people he was close to. He must have had her ever move figured out in the beginning of their partnership.
He cared for her. That was clear. And she cared for him. It was a fact. But it still didn't change their stubborn dispositions.
A familiar black SUV slowed next to her. Instinctively, she reached for her gun, but paused when she realized it was Bobby. Scowling, Alex picked up her pace.
"Eames," he called out the passenger window. "Come on, get in the car."
Alex kept walking, making bobby more frustrated. He pulled the car up to her, and she snickered inwardly. One of the greater joys in life was seeing Bobby Goren frustrated.
"Hey," he said, breaking her thoughts. "I'm sorry. Now can we talk?"
Eames hesitated. Talking was different. Yes, she would talk. Silently, she gracefully lifted herself into the SUV.
She stayed quiet until she figured out that they were not heading towards 1PP. "There a reason you're not taking me back to work?"
"Ross saw you leave and told me to take you home." He quickly smiled at her. "He saw you leave. Said the case wasn't going to get solved if we were fighting."
She snorted. "Not really. I could still work with you if I was mad. This isn't middle school."
"That's what I was thinking." He stole a glance. "But I wasn't going to turn down a day off."
"Well, even if we don't have to sit in One Police Plaza, this case still needs to be solved," Eames said, unlocking the door. It hadn't been orally confirmed that Bobby would come in her apartment, but he followed her in anyway.
The room was in complete disarray. "What the–" But before she could get out the last word, someone who had been hiding punched Bobby in the gut and another grabbed Alex. Bobby rebounded from the hit and punched the guy in the head, but an even bigger man put him in a headlock and pulled a gun. Desperately, Bobby reached for his gun, but horrific reality set in when he realized he left it at 1PP. When he saw the fearful look in his eyes, he knew she had left hers as well. The two detectives were strong and could take on a couple of goons, but as more emerged, Bobby knew they were outnumbered at least five to two.
"You and your partner," the man who was holding a gun to Bobby's side and who had him in a headlock snarled," are going to drop your phones here on the floor, and then slowly walk to your car and get in the backseat. You say anything or do not follow those directions," he gestured towards Alex, and the grip of the man holding her tightened, "and she dies."
There was nothing to do but listen. Wordlessly with their hands in the air, their phones were lied down. Slowly, the detectives made their way outside at gunpoint.
Note: I see this as a three part story. I've got most of the second chapter written, but it still needs to be typed. Should I even bother? All feedback is good, please .
